Carolina Pines

JUST AN OLD HOUSE WITH THE ROOF FALLING IN
STANDING AT THE EDGE OF THE FIELD
WATCHING THE CROPS GROW AS IT'S ALWAYS DONE BEFORE
NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE

THE SUN'S GOING DOWN IN THE CAROLINA PINES
I'M A LONG WAY FROM HOME AND I MISS THAT LOVE OF MINE
BROKEN WINDOWS, EMPTY DOORS, NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE

OLD MEMORIES COME WHISTLING LIKE THE WIND
THROUGH THE WALLS AND THE CRACKED WINDOW PANES
AND THE GRASS IS GROWING HIGH AROUND THE KITCHEN DOOR
NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE

THE SUN'S GOING DOWN IN THE CAROLINA PINES
I'M A LONG WAY FROM HOME AND I MISS THAT LOVE OF MINE
BROKEN WINDOWS, EMPTY DOORS, NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE

ONCE THERE WERE CHILDREN AND A FEW HIRED HANDS
A HARD-WORKING WOMAN AND A BONE-TIRED MAN
NOW THAT OLD SUN STEALS ACROSS A DUSTY FLOOR
NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE

THE SUN'S GOING DOWN IN THE CAROLINA PINES
I'M A LONG WAY FROM HOME AND I MISS THAT LOVE OF MINE
BROKEN WINDOWS, EMPTY DOORS, NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE